My Own Reality
February 28, 2019
Here I am in reality.
I turn the page,
and I'm in the forest.
Trees lightly dusted with white powdered sugar.
Wearing just pajamas and slippers,
I start walking.
I saunter over logs,
Under low branches.
I see squirrels scurrying up and down trees,
Deer chomping on snow covered needles.
I stop walking and look back.
My footprints have disappeared within the new fallen snow.
I start running.
Not knowing what I'm running from,
just knowing that I need to escape it.
I hear the muffled thump of footsteps behind me,
gaining by every second.
I hear dogs and male voices gaining volume.